Legions of the Frozen North was caught unawares by the sudden shift from in seasons here in Vermont. It seems that surely as winter comes, so does summer. An army marches on its stomach, thus Brennan has tilled the earth to raise ample victuals. Meanwhile, the Stirland swordsmen are currently as you see them above:
They are very very fiddly and I am getting sick of running down the line of models with one color on my brush and seeing all the little missed bits that need a different color. And of course when I next have that color I am seeing all the bits that needed that first color. And what the heck is this thing hanging from his belt next to the always useful on the battlefield hour glass?
To switch things up, Brennan’s scaling back to one of a very different kind of model. Check out May’s figure on deck: